Murdered for love

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Natalia

It's hectic in school right now since it's winter break in a few weeks. A lot of things have to be done by then. Like exams and presentations and things like that. But everything I can focus on is Kathy and Sam's cute daughter. Elijah and I are over there every days, visiting Babygirl. Yeah, she still hasn't gotten a name. Apparently is much harder than it seems to finalize a name for a baby. Some people decide one before the child is born. Some think they know but when they see the baby they change their minds. And some simply wait until they see the baby decide. But for Sam and Kathy is really hard. I think it's going t be a war about this soon.

We've all come with name suggestions for the baby but Sam and Kathy wrinkles their noses at every name we come up with. Even Kathy's favorite name, Elizabeth. "She's not an Elizabeth, I don't know what she is, but not an Elizabeth", she said when Elijah suggested it. I thought that it was weird since it's Kathy's favorite name. But apparently, you can watch a baby and know what her name is or not is. So far every name has been wrong. I don't know when they'll name the kid, but it has to be before she starts school. She can't be five, go to school, and waiting to hear her name being called like "Babygirl?" And she goes, "I'm here!" Poor girl, poor poor girl. For now, it's cute, Babygirl, but come on, that can't be her name her whole life, for a nickname sure, but not as the first name.

"WATCH OUT!" I hear someone roar and I look up to see a water balloon come flying towards me. Hell no! I jump to the side and just barely escape it. Instead, it hits a teacher, the strictest teacher in our whole school, he's not one to mess with, not even me. When the yellow liquid inside the balloon colors the teacher's white shirt, I understand that it's a urine balloon, not water. The smell of it is not for a sensitive nose either, so I would say that it's relatively old urine. Ugh.

"Who threw it?!" The teacher demands. Everyone is looking at him, and they are looking around in the corridor. The whispers start. No one knows he threw ut, but everyone is curious.

"It was me, I'm so sorry, it wasn't on purpose", a kid says.

As it turns out it was a poor freshman who threw it and he threw it at the school's strictest teacher. Poor kid. I feel bad for him, the kid, and I guess the teacher as well. But better the teacher than me, and I was the balloons target from start. I would not look good in that old urine. I feel angry. Why would a freshman throw a balloon with old urine at me? I walk up to the kid, who's now being scolded by the teacher.

I walk straight up to the kid, I usually don't become angry like this, but right now all I see is red. He aimed that balloon at me. He wanted it to hit me. I'm just lucky that I'm fast or else I would be the one covered in old urine and not the teacher.

"Why did you threw it at me huh? Don't think I don't know that I was the target", I say grabbing his shirt and the teacher becomes silent. He gets a look on his face like he's trying to remember what actually happened the seconds before he got covered in urine.

"I was told to do it", the kid says in a low voice, looking down at the floor

"By who?" I narrow my eyes. I hate it when people try to blame others for their own actions, no one can force you to do anything, you always have a choice. That's how I see it, and that's how I will always see it. "No one can make you do something you don't want to do".

"But they did make me", he says, like the coward he is. "I swear, I didn't want to".

"So you don't have a brain of your own?" I ask. I don't even believe him, I don't believe that he didn't want to. Usually, I'm understanding, but not when people try to blame others, I think that's one of the lowest things you can do, because like I said, no one can force someone to do something they don't want to do. And besides, I could've been covered with urine. No, no understanding Natalia right now. "You have absolutely no willpower? You can't say no?"

The boy looks ashamed so I just decide to not push it any further even though I'm very angry right now. If you can't say no, you're a coward in my mind. I don't respect cowards.

"Natalia, are you okay?" I hear behind me and the second later a strong pair of arms wrap around me.

I lean back into Elijah's embrace. "I'm fine", I say. I'm lying though, I'm not fine, even though this kid was 'forced' to throw this balloon, someone in this school wanted me to get hit by it and I don't know who, I don't even have the slightest clue. Although I do have a theory, it co0uld be the one or once who have sent me those letters, but I still don't know who they are or what they want with me.

"Of course you are", Mr. Burn says. "I'm the one covered in pee for god's sake!" I bite my lip to stop myself from starting to laugh. He turns to the freshmen boy. "Oh lord have mercy, you're punishment is going to be so long you'll be 22 when you're out of detention!" That also makes me want to laugh. In some way, I don't like Mr. Burn at all, but in other ways I absolutely love him.

I feel sorry for the kid but not a lot. Fact remains that that pee-filled balloon was meant to hit me. But since I've got a talent for being really fast I escaped it at the last second. Thank God for that. But poor Mr. Burn right now, he did not deserve that, he really didn't, he was just walking behind me when I jumped to the side and the balloon hit him instead of me.

"You tell us right now who told you to throw that balloon", I say. "Since you claim that you were forced to".

The boy keeps his mouth shut tight. He doesn't want to say. Mr, Burn realizes the same thing. He grabs the boy's arm and takes him away. Why are some people such cowards and easily influenced by others? I don't get it. It's pathetic.

I sigh. "Who wants to see me covered in pee? I try not to make anyone angry, I try so hard to be kind to everyone", I say sadly. "I thought I was".

"You are baby, you're the kindest on out of all of us here at this high school", Elijah says. "So don't even believe for a second you're not".

But Elijah is my boyfriend. He's supposed to say kind things to me. But why would he lie to me? Elijah isn't a liar. I feel like I have to believe him, he wouldn't lie to me, I'm sure of it.

I sigh and nod my head, I still feel a shred of a doubt though.

Elijah kisses my forehead. "Are you coming to lunch?"

"Yes, I'm just gonna go put this stuff into my locker and then I'll be right with you", I say and kiss Elijah's lips lightly. He can always make me feel better, that's one of the things I love the most about him.

"Okay, hurry baby", Elijah says.

"I will", I say and leave him.

I quickly run-up to my locker and open it. Five notes fly out of my locker. I swear and throw my books into my locker, angrily. I bend down and pick up the damn notes and read them. Threatening notes. Again. I get them daily now. And more threatening than before. It feels like it becomes more threatening with each note I get. I throw the notes into my locker and slam the locker lid shut. I've got a lump in my throat and I'm keeping myself from starting to cry. It's hard but I'm not gonna start crying here at school. The one who's sending me the notes could be watching me right this second and I'm not gonna give them the satisfaction. The scariest part of this is that I don't know who it is. the person could be standing here right now, watching me, looking for a reaction from me when I read the notes. The person could literally be anywhere right now. I look around to see if I can catch anyone staring at me. I don't though. I see a couple of people in the corridor, some talking and some standing by their lockers. I can see Beth Sonders by her locker, reading in her chemistry book. She's in my chemistry class and my math class. I can also see Bradley Vase by his looker, I have a couple of classes with him as well. I can spot Emilia Dane with her boyfriend David More, they are making out, something I could never do in school. Everyone is getting ready to hit the cafeteria.

I walk away from my locker and towards the cafeteria where the others are. I meet them and eat lunch. I don't have much appetite right now though but I eat anyway. I feel like throwing it all up. I can't stop thinking about the notes, I just can't seem to get them out of my head. I'm starting to feel a little threatened by the notes, but I still don't think that I should tellö Elijah about it. I mean it could be just what it is, threats, and nothing more. I don't know though, is starting to seem fishier and fishier to be honest.

I try not to let the rest know I'm not okay at the moment. I try to look happy and I try to laugh and joke. But it's hard. Especially since I know that I am not okay. And I probably won't be okay until I figure out he is sending me these notes. I have the right to know. Don't I? Why do some people give themselves the right to harass other people? I don't even know what I have done to deserve these threats. Almost every threat I get tells me that I don't have much more time to live. That my time is up soon and things like that. It's scary, what if the sender of the notes is serious. What if it's not just threats?

I tried to pressure that boy to tell me who sent him to throw that pee balloon because I still think that it was probably the same who are writing me the notes. I have to find who it is if it's only one or two or three or more people behind this. I try to be kind to everyone I cross in the corridor, I always greet everyone, I don't want anyone to feel out of place here. I want everyone to feel welcome. And I get this thrown in my face. It doesn't feel good. I wish that these people could just leave me alone. What the hell did I ever do to them?

I can see that Elijah is watching me, he's looking at me suspiciously. I think he can tell that something is up, just not what it is. But he knows that I will tell him if I feel the need to. If I feel like this is starting to get out of hand, I will tell Elijah and I will tell the principal. But as of now I still feel like it's a childish prank. Or at least I hope so.

Is it though?